Bastard of a mourning belief Blind your believers With a polluted shroud Bastard without a legitimate begetter You dawn your kind
Mankind enslaved, their prisons Your palaces, their keepersparsons Power of creation dazed by Sacred wine, Chocked with hosts
That's how you gather your lambs Around your monument You lead them in their blindness Stir their dependence with fear Which lies like a freezing shadow on earth
I shall be lost side by side with the devil But he will stir no dependence no fear I am real, human flesh, human blood I do what I want and I only justify to myself Don't plead for divine forgiveness and grace
Trust the world, trust in father satan He is the jackal inside you, your flesh, your blood Remove the shroud and cover yourself With the cloth of being
See through the shadow of the monument Bring down his palaces of falseness Get out of the coat of the lamb And accept the beast in all it's powers